Psychological
Finding Love Again
Vincy had never believed in fate, but meeting Andrew felt like destiny. It was a rainy evening in New York, and she dashed into a café to escape the downpour, only to collide with a stranger, spilling coffee all over his shirt. "Perfect," he said, looking annoyed. She apologised profusely, and that chaotic start turned into an hour-long conversation over fresh cups of coffee.
By A Little Butterflyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Tomorrow
The Echo sat on Lena’s desk, its sleek black frame blinking softly with a pending message. The soft pulse of light cut through the quiet of her home office, where stacks of client notes and self-help books surrounded her like the walls of a fortress. She stared at the device, the pit in her stomach growing heavier with each passing second. The Echo only spoke when the future demanded it.
By Ian Mark Ganutabout a year ago in Fiction
Dont Let Your Manuscript Flop Get Top-Tier
Why Every Author Needs Expert Book Editing Services The trans formative process of your book extends past publishing requirements, so writers won’t feel satisfied when they finish their final chapter. Every document requires polishing to become ready for publication after mistake checking has been performed. Your writing experience doesn’t determine the worth of hiring a professional book editor. Professional editors will improve your work until it matches industry expectations regarding clarity alongside presentation quality and content standards.
By Authors Publishing Houseabout a year ago in Fiction
Snow White and the Ageless Fountain of Youth
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder—or so they say. Most women would crawl under a knife to look this good, but not Snow White. Snow had a natural aura around her and a personality to match. Being a Princess—many assumed her life would be glitter and sunshine, rainbows and rows of suitors. But it was not. Snow spent her days scrolling, watching countless videos on women prettier than her bleaching their skin in order to be the fairest in the land, dying their hair to the latest set of trends, filling their lips with plumpers and cinching their waists. All the while, Snow’s skin was of the finest porcelain, her hair the darkest night and her eyes bewitching clouds of cerulean jade. She was in a word, stunning. No one else in the Realm had a beauty that matched her own—and yet, there was something secret Snow kept inside. A lull, dull ache. The desire to be normal. Snow didn’t think her beauty was as beautiful as anyone else’s. She couldn’t understand why she was still single at the blossoming age of thirty when all those around her were finding their soul-mates and having children.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
Cultivating Balance in Your Garden of Wholeness
I first met Clara on a Tuesday morning. She was kneeling in the mud, her grey-streaked hair escaping a messy bun, replanting something that the storm had uprooted. She didn't look up when I approached, just patted the damp earth beside her.
By Ian Mark Ganutabout a year ago in Fiction
There is a family history of mental
illness. An performer with the name of Humpty Dumpty once existed. Despite trying out for numerous films, he was unable to secure a role as an actor. Both your size and your fragility make you unfit for this role, Humpty. This movie doesn't have a scene that suits you. Don't quit your day job; just go home. Humpty was treated cruelly by the world. He contracted the most worst illness an egg could ever contract. The Broken Illness.
By Horror best kahaniabout a year ago in Fiction
Quiet Quitting: If Sisyphus Had Gen-Z Attitude & Outlook on Life
I’ve been doing this for three thousand years. At least that's what I estimate, more or less. Can’t tell more precisely because I lost count of days and nights. With this type of a job, you would too, anyone would. Yes, I have to roll this huge rock up not only during the day but at night, too. Up and down, up and down. I roll it up, almost all the way to the top, it rolls down under its weight and I have to start over.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
